Chapter 241: Like Snape in Silent State

After playing handsome, you have to clean up the mess.

Especially in the past time, messing around with weather spells is definitely an act of courting death.

Anton frantically cast the counter-curse, and instantly restored the original snowy evening scene.

snowflakes~

The north wind blows~

In less than a short while, the old man in the sun outside the clouds went back to sleep after get off work, and the world was dark.

The windows of the hut under the huge pine tree are lit with warm orange lights. In the lights, there is a sweet family.

"what?"

"Another night when Lily was killed?"

Anton was stunned, looked left and right, but found no trace of Snape.

He didn't know how long Snape had stayed in the long river of time, how many years he had traveled through time and time again.

No move, he couldn't see Snape, he could only wait patiently.

Transformed into a color-changing bird, he stood on the roof and waited patiently for Voldemort to come and kill the couple.

Although the color-changing wind bird has no so-called body temperature and does not need to worry about the ice and snow weather, he still needs to move his figure from time to time so as not to leave his traces on the roof.

Wait, wait, wait...

Wait, wait, wait...

I don't know how long it has been...

Anton blinked suspiciously.

It seems that it has been a day in time, right?

He looked up at the sky in astonishment, feeling the subtle changes in the angle of the sun slowly moving, "What the hell..."

"!!!"

"This is actually a time loop!"

"A night where Voldemort didn't come and the Potters survived?"

"And this night keeps repeating itself?"

Anton rolled his eyes, "So you can't go out tonight, right?"

sigh.

To put it simply, the time card has a bug and has fallen into an endless loop.

Of course, for such a powerful natural magic as time, this kind of thing is simply insignificant, and it will be easily crushed and flattened.

So the outcome of the matter is the most important.

That is to say, the result of the facts will determine what kind of posture the time magic will take during this period of time.

This kind of thing can't trouble Anton. He was a programmer in his previous life, and he is very familiar with bugs. When encountering problems, he first looks for variables. Obviously, Snape and Voldemort are the variables.

It is very troublesome. At this time, the magic spell of exploring traces cannot be used, otherwise traces will be left in time.

Anton could only fly up and look around with his naked eyes.

Suddenly, with a movement in his heart, he opened his eyes of magic power and looked at the sky with the vision of the divination bird.

God, in the calm world of ordinary vision, in fact, the storm has already swept through the magic level, and there are traces of broken lines everywhere.

Between heaven and earth, there are countless colored lines floating around!

And it's not the kind of one or two, just like the drifting rain, as if the whole world is.

this……

This is simply a gift of nature!

Anton couldn't bear the temptation anymore, he quickly transformed into a divination bird, flapped his wings twice, and landed on the huge pine tree next to the hut.

"Ga~ga~ga~"

The relentless cry of the death-reporting bird brought an inexplicable coolness to this gloomy snowy valley.

Countless colored lines poured into Anton's beak.

This thing is simply a great supplement.

Anton didn't have any special feelings about experiencing Hufflepuff's inheritance illusion. He just knew that this thing was very precious, but he didn't know how precious it was.

After all, Hufflepuff's illusion cannot be created out of nothing.

But he knew that the legendary messenger of the god of death, the Bu bird, was definitely special. Even after other magical animals ate this ordinary bird, their bodies would experience magical growth.

This is amazing.

Every kind of magical animal is a cheat-like existence in its own field.

As colorful lines were swallowed into his stomach, Anton was surprised to find that these lines were gradually filling the gaps in his soul.

Yes, it's not patching, it's filling.

It's like mud is stuffed in the cracks of the damaged walls, they naturally float into the cracks of the soul.

From the perspective of the soul, this kind of undigested power can only be said to be the fat on the body, the energy reserve.

But on the magic power side, Anton suddenly found that his magic power was quietly changing.

This description may be a bit problematic.

Analogous to Muggles, magic power is the water in a bucket, and the weight of magic power that a wizard can cast depends on the strength of his own arm - what Anton is improving now is the strength of his arm.

Finally, these colored lines that had been accumulated for an unknown amount of time became scarce, and Anton flapped his wings involuntarily and flew upwards.

There also seem to be some colored lines in there.

Fly, fly~~

Break through the clouds.

Anton was surprised to find that two wizards were flying and accumulating above the clouds, and a powerful and terrifying spell tore through the space.

At this moment, a green ray of killing curse almost hit Anton's body, causing him to float back into the clouds again in fright.

"!!!"

If he is not mistaken.

Of the two people above, one is Voldemort without a nose, and the other should be Snape.

Well, it should, possibly, probably be him?

After all, the whole person was shrouded in black smoke, and it was impossible to see his face clearly.

"No, that's not black smoke, it's magic power that is so thick that it takes shape!"

"Magic power that belongs to the side of black magic!"

Anton poked out a bird's head from the clouds in shock, stared carefully at the cloud of black smoke, and thoroughly verified his judgment.

This shit...

It seems that the concentration is comparable to the magic of Tom's wreck, right?

How could Snape be so awesome?

Anton shook the bird's head, expressing his disbelief.

This is too outrageous!

And what a smart old man, the wizard in this black mist looks like a brainless man, with stronger magic power than Voldemort, but he can't always tell when Voldemort made a feint.

Anton really couldn't think of anyone in the Harry Potter world who could be as powerful as Voldemort?

You must know that this time is Voldemort's heyday, stronger than Dumbledore, Lao Deng even had to make a helpless move to form the Order of the Phoenix.

At this moment, the black lines on his body spread, and Dumbledore floated beside him, looking at everything in the sky with his mouth pursed.

"That's Snape."

"???" Anton stared at him with wide eyes, then turned to look at the people in the black mist, "Water?!!!"

It simply shocked me for ten thousand years!

Is Lao Si so awesome?

This unscientific!

Dumbledore sighed faintly, "A soul completely engulfed by dark emotions, the manifestation of black magic reaching its extreme out of control."

He looked at Snape with a complicated expression, his old eyes were full of sadness, "It's hopeless."

Anton stared at all this with a frown, "Extremely out of control?"

Dumbledore was disappointed, "Yes, it is similar to a state of silence, but it is more terrifying."

"..."

alright.

Now there is only one problem.

Nima Snape and Voldemort are in a stalemate, and time keeps repeating at this time, which means that these two people can fight forever.

Oh, that's what Snape did?

Hold Voldemort from killing Lily?

"My stupid teacher..." Anton rolled his eyes.

If he doesn't think of a way, he can foresee that everything will be repeated in this time, falling into a kind of judgment that Anton had made before - "the invisible man in the river of time".

This thing will eventually be flattened by time.

Old Si doesn't want to live anymore, well, what the hell, Anton doesn't want to just die like this.